TIMES

There are Times when our wills are in a constant battle

With heaps of responsibilities our personalities are saddled

Voices from wrong decisions in the wind, on and on they rattle

And we’re left with nothing but a nettle

Other Times frustrations result from our hustles

Many friends more than ever turn out fickle

But just over one of the many eventful hurdles

To a halt comes whatever boils in the kettle

At Times, instead of oceans we have puddles

Good luck seems to have gone missing in the shuffle

But in the face of the most uncontrollable hassle

You get lifted in an unexpected cuddle

In Times as now, regardless of burns from tattles

Stay right there on your mettle

Fastened to hope like clothes to a line with a toggle

For seasons come when discouragement dwindles

Yourstruly,

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